Between Israel and Palestine is a large grey Wall. Like the walls I read about in books as a young girl. I don't think the Israel-Palestine conflict became real to me until I saw it--8 meters high (more than twice the Berlin Wall) aggressively standing, with men with guns looking over to the streets below in their watchtowers.
The West Bank is a beautiful place. We walked the walls of Jericho, the world's oldest city. We found Banksy's work in the streets of Bethlehem, which doesn't feel like a little town. And I accidentally got baptised in the river Jordan, while photographing Ethiopian Orthodox priests as they blessed people.
But my favourite part was the fleeting moments we got to spend walking around the streets. Through the markets in Ramallah, tasting the sweets and the berries. Everywhere, people would greet us. 'Welcome to Palestine.'
Between Israel and Palestine is a wall. And on both sides of the wall, we found good people. I know nothing is simple, but I continue to hope that that goodness we saw will somehow prevail.
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight
Special thanks to Abraham Hostels Jerusalem and our Palestinian guide for taking us to a place we would have otherwise not gone to on our own. We are sincerely grateful.